Trapped By The Devil
Eyes, Nose, Lips

Raka opened the apartment door while carrying some packages. Well, he bought some of Davina's favorite food and a cake that read Merry Chirstmas. If their families were celebrating Christmas together, Christmas would not be complete without a cake. And that's what Raka is trying to present at the moment.

He also bought some Christmas decorations. He's gonna decorate Davina's apartment a little. Because let alone the Christmas tree, there is not a single knick-knacks that symbolize that the owner of the apartment also celebrates Christmas.

Raka opened the apartment door while whistling softly. Without any premonition, without any thought.

As soon as the door opened, he was shocked that all the lights were on. Oh, naw. Did he leave without turning off the lights?

But, as soon as he stepped inside, he saw someone was lying on the living room sofa.

“Devni? Have you come home?” asked Raka, innocently, while putting some of her packages next to the door.

Davina looked flinched. He sat down with a look of disbelief. Raka was just as shocked, especially when she saw Davina's tear-filled cheeks.

"Devni, why are you crying?" Raka walked over.

He had thought he would get a curse, a curse or anything that hinted that it was not Raka's business anymore. However, Davina instead ran towards him and hugged him tightly. Raka was immediately glued to his place.

"Devni... Why are you?" Raka confusion. It's not that he's not happy. Of course he's happy to be hugged again by Davina! But at this moment his hand was still holding some parcels. He tried to put the parcels on the floor without disturbing Davina who was sobbing in his arms. But it still causes movement.

"Can you shut up?" Davina blares.

"Oh, yes, I would like that. But my hands are full. Stop, I'm buying cake."

"Dump ajaaaaa!" Davina whining.

"Yes, jangaaan! It'll make it Christmas night."

Davina stretched her arms a little. Then observe Raka's hand that still holds some packages. Finally he let go of his embrace.

"Just a minute, let's give you a free hug. I put food in the dining room." Raka reminded as she glanced, then walked quickly to the dining room.

Davina slipped because she was left alone. His tears immediately stopped dripping. WHAT THE FUCK??? ISN'T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A HEARTWARMING MOMENT???

After that, Raka appeared again in the middle room while stretching out her hands, "Udah nih. Here hug again!"

Davina's not thinking. He wiped his tears, then walked stomping to the sofa. He slammed his own body there.

"Who? How do you get angry again?" Raka confusion.

Davina just shut up. He sat down while looking down, observing his curled fingers. Although he was angry because of Raka's insensitivity, but he was grateful that the man had returned. The tears are back. Yeah, correct. Importantly, the man did not leave again...

Raka let out a breath. He walked over and sat on the carpet, facing Davina. He looked at Davina's face, which had now turned sad again.

"Devni, what's wrong with you?" Raka reflexes touching Davina's cheek.

Davina raised her hand. Raka thought her hands would be pushed aside, but Davina instead rested her hands on Raka's. Raka's heart trembled. This time Davina did not refuse. Finally, Davina was willing to welcome him again. Davina was willing to respond to his touch.

"Why you?" Raka stroked her cheek.

"I thought you were gone..."

Crispest shell. Moreover, Davina's tears welled up again now. Would Davina be sad if there was no Raka? Can Raka be happy for something that hurt Davina? His presence is needed! It turns out that her presence secretly pleases Davina!

"Where else am I going, Devni? Everything always stops at you."

"King of the sheep!"

Raka shakes. That was all he could do to argue. Because he wanted Davina to know that it was true. Not just nonsense.

They only looked at each other for a moment. Davina did not want to doubt anymore, no matter having to throw away her pride, she would embrace her own happiness. He was tired of torturing himself.

Raka herself had dropped both of her hands to Davina's waist. He wanted the woman to face him completely. Do not let him dare to face another man again.

"Udah huh? Stop rejecting me, will you?"

Davina nodded.

Raka smiled. Relieved that Davina has returned. Davina has accepted it again. It felt as if his body was instantly squeezing. He stuck his head in Davina's lap.

"Thank you, Devni. Thank you." - Thank you."

Davina was silent. His hand was raised to stroke Raka's head.

He enjoyed the moment for a while. However, his longing for Davina could never be completed.

Then she kissed Davina's cheek. Go to the eyes that cry too much for her. Then, go to the nose. And ended up kissing Davina's soft lips. He spilled all his yearning in that kiss.

He felt Davina's lips shake. The tears melted again on the woman's cheek.

Raka surprise. Afraid that he had been rude. Too soon for a kiss?

He immediately distanced his face from Davina.

"Sorry," whispered Raka, wailing.

Davina shakes. He pulled the front of Raka's white sweater back to get closer to her.

Raka finally understood.

That it wasn't tears of sadness.

It was haru's tears.

As Raka kissed her again, Davina immediately closed her eyes. His hand clasped Raka's nape. They get late, even Davina's fingers begin to creep into Raka's curls. How much Davina misses Raka. It felt like something missing from his heart had returned. Like the last piece of the puzzle that has disappeared to nowhere. And how glad he was to be able to find the piece back. Everything feels complete again.

Raka hugged Davina's waist tighter. He didn't want any more distance between them. It was enough that they had been separated for too long. Because he won't let go of Davina anymore.

Easily, Raka lifted Davina's body to sit on her lap.

Davina stared for a moment at Raka's face, "Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi, Raka. Tu es l'amour de ma vie."

(I can’t live without you, Raka. You are the love of my life.)

Raka chuckles, "Devni, I'm a C++ linguist, not French . I don't understand."

Davina shook her shoulders, as if indifferent, as if her sentence was not something that implied her entire feeling to Raka. Then he pulled up Raka's sweater again, and said, "That means, just shut up and kiss me!"

Raka smiled, "Even though I knew that wasn't what it meant. But I'll do it anyway..."

Raka kissed Davina again. So deep and passionate. Davina herself had again slipped her fingers in Raka's hair. He was so late that it was too strong to pull Raka's hair.

"Devni, I love you. But you hurt me," muttered Raka, prating.

Davina's shocked. He immediately took off Raka and moved slightly away.

"No, no. It's okay. It's okay. I'm just a prank." Raka put Davina's hand on her neck again.

He pulled Davina's waist back to get closer to her. He started again by peeping Davina's cheeks, forehead, eyes, nose, and ended up on the lips. Davina could feel Raka smiling as she returned to return Raka's kiss. Same in depth, just as demanding.

Davina again played Raka's curls with her fingers, this time more gently. Raka growling. His passion is so passionate.

"I can't stop.." groaned Raka, as if to warn Davina. He took off their kiss for a moment. He wanted to give that choice to Davina.

This is Davina, after all.

He didn't want to hurt Davina anymore. He wanted to treat Davina as well as possible, as perfectly as he could.

However, if Davina doesn't want it, she's ready.

He looked deeply into Davina's eyes.

However, her favorite woman was not frightened. Davina knew very well how the Raka lunge in Jakarta, some of her friends volunteered to tell how many women filled the days of Raka. But Davina doesn't care.

He loves Raka.

I love that man so much.

Raka was always the first for him. And he wants to, always in every way.

"Then, don't stop..." Davina smiled.

Raka looked at Davina in amazement. His feelings are getting unbearable. She loves Davina very much. And he poured all his feelings in every touch this time. All yearning, all apologies for his stupidity. Everything.

For Davina to understand that she will be loved again. In such a great way...

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